Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is my first ff8 fic. And since I've only been playing this game for a short amount of time I haven't completed it, and so some of this may be wrong…sorry about that! Anyway reeeead! And for the purpose of this fic and high school etc everyone's 16!

It was 7:00. The constant beeping of my alarm clock woke me up in no time at all.

I groaned, rolled over and hit the clock. Sighing, I said to myself, "Great, another day at school…"

Slowly I forced myself up and proceeded towards my mirror. Glancing at myself I gave a look of disgust.

"I'll have to work extra hard on my hair today…" I sighed again. Being a princess is such hard work. Especially in the fact that I have to go to high school. A princess at high school is never easy, although all the other kids look up to me and think that I'm so lucky…

That's one thing I can't stand. I hate people thinking I'm lucky. Every day it's the same, "Oh Rinoa, what's it like to be a princess?" "Oh Rinoa, you're like soo totally lucky," "Rinoa, wanna hang out with me?"

Sometimes I really can't tell who my real friends are…and who's just using me. I sighed again thinking of all this.

"Oh well, I'll have to just deal with it," I continued getting ready for school.

About half an hour later I was dressed, I had put on my blue dress as usual. I don't really have any other outfits. I wish that I could dress the same as the other kids, look the same…I just want to be normal. Treated the same as everyone else. But oh no, this couldn't happen. Because I'm Rinoa Heartilly, aren't I?

I looked in the mirror again. I hate doing that...I hate how I look. I really have no idea how people could ever think that I'm pretty…

A while later a voice came, "Rinoa, you'll be late for school. Hurry up!" It was my oh-so-wonderful father.

"Yeah," I mumbled, grabbing my bag and stumbling down the stairs.

"Bye," I quickly said and walked out the door.

Another thing I hated was the walk to school…there were so many people I knew…people I actually wanted to be friends with…but they just wouldn't approach me, probably because I'm a princess…I don't know, maybe they're intimidated by me...did I mention I HATE being a princess?

So basically I really didn't have any friends…

Sure, plenty of people liked me. Or so they said. But how can you tell when you're a princess?

Anyway. I was walking to school, looking at the ground as I walked as usual.

"Rinoa!" I heard someone call.

I looked up slowly, it was some boy. I didn't recognise him, and for a slight moment there I wondered how he knew my name. Then I remembered that I'm a princess…not that I needed reminding.

So I politely smiled at him. But that wasn't the end of it of course, as now he was coming over to me. Not that this didn't happen everyday. I didn't understand though, why did so many people like me, but not the people I actually wanted to like me?

"Hey," he grinned at me as he was now on the same side of the street.

"Hello," I said quietly.

"How you doing?"

"Um…alright," I tried to walk on ahead a bit. These small-talk conversations really weren't my thing. In fact, regular conversations weren't exactly great either…I didn't wanna make a fool of myself. But you have to do a lot of talking when you're…well, a princess.

"I've seen you around,"

"I expect you have," I said, quite snappy, I didn't mean to. I was just getting a little agitated.

"Ok…I'm gonna go then," he walked away and I was relived.

But maybe this is why I don't have any friends.

So I continued to walk to school. It wasn't exactly a long walk…just up the road and past the shops…there it was. Deling High School.

I can't say that I hated school or anything. It was fine. It was just the people, and myself, that got me down. Oh, and the teachers. Some treat me great, just because of who I am….then there's some who treat me badly and say stuff like 'just because you're a princess…' etc…

I stepped up to the giant school gates. Hundreds of students were outside, talking, in their friend groups…how I wished I could be like them. Just normal. Getting on with their lives.

But then there's me.

And this is what happens every single day of school.

"Rinoa!"

"Hey, it's her! The princess!"

"You ok, Rinoa?"

"How have you been?"

"IT'S RINOA!"

I know what you're thinking. 'she's so lucky, she's soo popular' well that's just the opposite of what I wanna hear, and the opposite of what I am. I'm not popular, I'm just famous. And I'm not lucky. Not at all.

Sooo first chapter done! Please R&R, I hope you liked it….yeah. On disk 2 of ff8 now! Wooh! Yeah, I'm slow.